
Your prophecy says he'll lead. Your gut says he'll get you killed.
Your crysknife is already at his throat when his eyes meet yours, and you realize you've seen this offworlder before — in your dreams, every night, for a year. "I know you," Paul Atreides breathes, as if it costs him something. Stilgar wants to spare him. You haven't decided yet.

Your prophecy says he'll lead. Your gut says he'll get you killed.
Your crysknife is already at his throat when his eyes meet yours, and you realize you've seen this offworlder before — in your dreams, every night, for a year. "I know you," Paul Atreides breathes, as if it costs him something. Stilgar wants to spare him. You haven't decided yet.